2.44 His Story Continued (1)

Four years later…

“Well done, Cindy,” Rodger wrapped an arm around me, hugged me tight with a proud look on his face. “I knew you could do it.”

“I almost failed,” I admitted shyly.

“Ah, you just didn’t have faith in yourself,” Rodger chuckled. “You just had to get your rhythm.”

When acting classes turned out to be less than ideal for me, Rodger suggested I go to school for something else. I started with a general studies course, but on a whim added a programming course to my first semester as well. That turned into a new love for computers, something I never considered before. My small, backwoods pack high school didn’t have much need for computer programs beyond basic word and PowerPoint lessons. I kind of remember taking a typing class in grade school too.

Rodger knew I didn’t want to do the more traditional work at the club, and he never pushed for it. Instead, he took the time to help me figure out what it was I truly did want to accomplish in this new life.

Independence was wh